Three weeks later
Three weeks laterHeather gasped awake. She searched frantically through the shadows. Where was he? Where was Ansyn? She blinked rapidly, hunting for his glowing orange eyes in the darkness.
But then familiar objects revealed themselves in the dim light. She was in her bed. Jay and Bryan were down the hall in their own bedrooms. Ansyn was dead. He wouldn"t hurt her again. Ever.
She forced herself to breathe deeply, willing her racing pulse to slow. But her thoughts went from one nightmare to another. Ansyn might be just a haunting memory, but Jay and Bryan"s mating progress was her new living nightmare.
Their profile had been posted a few days after their discussion. By unspoken agreement, they"d all decided it was for the best. Heather hadn"t moved out of their place
